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Monday Mourning: A Tempe Brennan Novel (7) (A Temperance Brennan Novel) Mass Market Paperback – June 1, 2005
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The bones of three young women are unearthed in the basement of a Montreal pizza parlor, and forensic anthropologist Tempe Brennan has unsolved murder on her mind as she examines the shallowly buried remains. Coming up against a homicide cop who is convinced the dead have been entombed on the site for centuries, Tempe perseveres, even as her own relationship with Detective Andrew Ryan is at a delicate turning point. In the lab, the clean, well-preserved bones offer few clues. But when carbon-14 dating confirms her hunch that these were recent deaths despite the antique buttons found near the bodies, Tempe finds herself drawn deep into a web of evil from which there may be no escape. Women have disappeared, never to return...and she may be next.
- Print length416 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherPocket Star
- Publication dateJune 1, 2005
- Dimensions4.19 x 0.9 x 6.75 inches
- ISBN-100743453018
- ISBN-13978-0743453011
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Chapter 1
Monday, Monday...Can't trust that day...
As the tune played inside my head, gunfire exploded in the cramped underground space around me.
My eyes flew up as muscle, bone, and guts splattered against rock just three feet from me.
The mangled body seemed glued for a moment, then slid downward, leaving a smear of blood and hair.
I felt warm droplets on my cheek, backhanded them with a gloved hand.
Still squatting, I swiveled.
"Assez!" Enough!
Sergeant-détective Luc Claudel's brows plunged into a V. He lowered but did not holster his nine-millimeter.
"Rats. They are the devil's spawn." Claudel's French was clipped and nasal, reflecting his upriver roots.
"Throw rocks," I snapped.
"That bastard was big enough to throw them back."
Hours of squatting in the cold and damp on a December Monday in Montreal had taken a toll. My knees protested as I rose to a standing position.
"Where is Charbonneau?" I asked, rotating one booted foot, then the other.
"Questioning the owner. I wish him luck. Moron has the IQ of pea soup."
"The owner discovered this?" I flapped a hand at the ground behind me.
"Non. Le plombier."
"What was a plumber doing in the cellar?"
"Genius spotted a trapdoor beside the commode, decided to do some underground exploration to acquaint himself with the sewage pipes."
Remembering my own descent down the rickety staircase, I wondered why anyone would take the risk.
"The bones were lying on the surface?"
"Says he tripped on something sticking out of the ground. There." Claudel cocked his chin at a shallow pit where the south wall met the dirt floor. "Pulled it loose. Showed the owner. Together they checked out the local library's anatomy collection to see if the bone was human. Picked a book with nice color pictures since they probably can't read."
I was about to ask a follow-up question when something clicked above us. Claudel and I looked up, expecting his partner.
Instead of Charbonneau, we saw a scarecrow man in a knee-length sweater, baggy jeans, and dirty blue Nikes. Pigtails wormed from the lower edge of a red bandanna wrapped his head.
The man was crouched in the doorway, pointing a throwaway Kodak in my direction.
Claudel's V narrowed and his parrot nose went a deeper red."Tabernac!"
Two more clicks, then bandanna man scrabbled sideways.
Holstering his weapon, Claudel grabbed the wooden railing. "Until SIJ returns, throw rocks."
SIJ -- Section d'Identité Judiciaire. The Quebec equivalent of Crime Scene Recovery.
I watched Claudel's perfectly fitted buttocks disappear through the small rectangular opening. Though tempted, I pegged not a single rock.
Upstairs, muted voices, the clump of boots. Downstairs, just the hum of the generator for the portable lights.
Breath suspended, I listened to the shadows around me.
No squeaking. No scratching. No scurrying feet.
Quick scan.
No beady eyes. No naked, scaly tails.
The little buggers were probably regrouping for another offensive.
Though I disagreed with Claudel's approach to the problem, I was with him on one thing: I could do without the rodents.
Satisfied that I was alone for the moment, I refocused on the moldy crate at my feet.Dr. Energy's Power Tonic. Dead tired? Dr. Energy's makes your bones want to get up and dance.
Not these bones, Doc.
I gazed at the crate's grisly contents.
Though most of the skeleton remained caked, dirt had been brushed from some bones. Their outer surfaces looked chestnut under the harsh illumination of the portable lights. A clavicle. Ribs. A pelvis.
A human skull.
Damn.
Though I'd said it a half dozen times, reiteration couldn't hurt. I'd come from Charlotte to Montreal a day early to prepare for court on Tuesday. A man had been accused of killing and dismembering his wife. I'd be testifying on the saw mark analysis I'd done on her skeleton. It was complicated material and I'd wanted to review my case file. Instead, I was freezing my ass digging up the basement of a pizza parlor.
Pierre LaManche had visited my office early this morning. I'd recognized the look, correctly guessed what was coming as soon as I saw him.
Bones had been found in the cellar of a pizza-by-the-slice joint, my boss had told me. The owner had called the police. The police had called the coroner. The coroner had called the medicolegal lab.
LaManche wanted me to check it out.
"Today?"
"S'il vous plaît."
"I'm on the stand tomorrow."
"The Pétit trial?"
I nodded.
"The remains are probably those of animals," LaManche said in his precise, Parisian French. "It should not take you long."
"Where?" I reached for a tablet.
LaManche read the address from a paper in his hand. Rue Ste-Catherine, a few blocks east of Centre-ville.
CUM turf.
Claudel.
The thought of working with Claudel had triggered the morning's first "damn."
There are some small-town departments around the island city of Montreal, but the two main players in law enforcement are the SQ and the CUM. La Sûreté du Québec is the provincial force. The SQ rules in the boonies, and in towns lacking municipal departments. The Police de la Communauté Urbaine de Montréal, or CUM, are the city cops. The island belongs to the CUM.
Luc Claudel and Michel Charbonneau are detectives with the Major Crimes Division of the CUM. As forensic anthropologist for the province of Quebec, I've worked with both over the years. With Charbonneau, the experience is always a pleasure. With his partner, the experience is always an experience. Though a good cop, Luc Claudel has the patience of a firecracker, the sensitivity of Vlad the Impaler, and a persistent skepticism as to the value of forensic anthropology.ar
Snappy dresser, though.
Dr. Energy's crate had already been loaded with loose bones when I'd arrived in the basement two hours earlier. Though Claudel had yet to provide many details, I assumed the bone collecting had been done by the owner, perhaps with the assistance of the hapless plumber. My job had been to determine if the remains were human.
They were.
That finding had generated the morning's second "damn."
My next task had been to determine whether anyone else lay in repose beneath the surface of the cellar. I'd started with three exploratory techniques.
Side lighting the floor with a flashlight beam had shown depressions in the dirt. Probing had located resistance below each depression, suggesting the presence of subsurface objects. Test trenching had produced human bones.
Bad news for a leisurely review of the Pétit file.
When I'd rendered my opinion, Claudel and Charbonneau had contributed to "damn"s three through five. A few quebecois expletives had been added for emphasis.
SIJ had been called. The crime scene unit routine had begun. Lights had been set up. Pictures had been taken. While Claudel and Charbonneau questioned the owner and his assistant, a ground penetrating radar unit had been dragged around the cellar. The GPR showed subsurface disturbances beginning four inches down in each depression. Otherwise, the basement was clean.
Claudel and his semiautomatic manned rat patrol while the SIJ techs took a break and I laid out two simple four-square grids. I was attaching the last string to the last stake when Claudel enjoyed his Rambo moment with the rats.
Now what? Wait for the SIJ techs to return?
Right.
Using SIJ equipment, I shot prints and video. Then I rubbed circulation into my hands, replaced my gloves, folded into a squat, and began troweling soil from square 1-A.
As I dug, I felt the usual crime scene rush. The quickened senses. The intense curiosity. What if it's nothing? What if it's something?
The anxiety.
What if I smash a critically important section to hell?
I thought of other excavations. Other deaths. A wannabe saint in a burned-out church. A decapitated teen at a biker crib. Bullet-riddled dopers in a streamside grave.
I don't know how long I'd been digging when the SIJ team returned, the taller of the two carrying a Styrofoam cup. I searched my memory for his name.
Root. Racine. Tall and thin like a root. The mnemonic worked.
René Racine. New guy. We'd processed a handful of scenes. His shorter counterpart was Pierre Gilbert. I'd known him a decade.
Sipping tepid coffee, I explained what I'd done in their absence. Then I asked Gilbert to film and haul dirt, Racine to screen.
Back to the grid.
When I'd taken square 1-A down three inches, I moved on to 1-B. Then 1-C and 1-D.
Nothing but dirt.
OK. The GPR showed a discrepancy beginning four inches below the surface.
I kept digging.
My fingers and toes numbed. My bone marrow chilled. I lost track of time.
Gilbert carried buckets of dirt from my grid to the screen. Racine sifted. Now and then Gilbert shot a pic. When all of grid one was down a level three inches, I went back to square 1-A. At a depth of six inches I shifted squares as I had before.
I'd taken two swipes at square 1-B when I noticed a change in soil color. I asked Gilbert to reposition a light.
One glance and my diastolic ratcheted up.
"Bingo."
Gilbert squatted by my side. Racine joined him.
"Quoi?" Gilbert asked. What?
I ran the tip of my trowel around the outer edge of the blob seeping into 1-B.
"The dirt's darker," Racine observed.
"Staining indicates decomposition," I explained.
Both techs looked at me.
I pointed to squares 1-C and 1-D. "Someone or something's going south under there."
"Alert Claudel?" Gilbert asked.
"Make his day."
Four hours later all my digits were ice. Though I'd tuqued my head and scarved my neck, I was shivering inside my one-hundred-percent-microporous-polyurethane-polymerized-coated-nylon-guaranteed-to-forty-below-Celsius Kanuk parka.
Gilbert was moving around the cellar, snapping and filming from various angles. Racine was watching, gloved hands thrust into his armpits for warmth. Both looked comfy in their arctic jumpsuits.
The two homicide cops, Claudel and Charbonneau, stood side by side, feet spread, hands clasped in front of their genitals. Each wore a black woolen overcoat and black leather gloves. Neither wore a happy face.
Eight dead rats adorned the base of the walls.
The plumber's pit and the two depressions were open to a depth of two feet. The former had yielded a few scattered bones left behind by the plumber and owner. The depression trenches were a different story.
The skeleton under grid one lay in a fetal curl. It was unclothed, and not a single artifact had turned up in the screen.
The individual under grid two had been bundled before burial. The parts we could see looked fully skeletal.
Flicking the last particles of dirt from the second burial, I set aside my paintbrush, stood, and stomped my feet to warm them.
"That a blanket?" Charbonneau's voice sounded husky from the cold.
"Looks more like leather," I said.
He jabbed a thumb at Dr. Energy's crate.
"This the rest of the dude in the box?"
Sergeant-détective Michel Charbonneau was born in Chicoutimi, six hours up the St. Lawrence from Montreal, in a region known as the Saguenay. Before entering the CUM, he'd spent several years working in the West Texas oil fields. Proud of his cowboy youth, Charbonneau always addressed me in my mother tongue. His English was good, though "de"s replaced "the"s, syllables were often inappropriately accented, and his phrasing used enough slang to fill a ten-gallon hat.
"Let's hope so."
"You hope so?" A small vapor cloud puffed from Claudel's mouth.
"Yes, Monsieur Claudel. I hope so."
Claudel's lips tucked in, but he said nothing.
When Gilbert finished shooting the bundled burial, I dropped to my knees and tugged at a corner of the leather. It tore.
Changing from my warm woolies to surgical gloves, I leaned in and began teasing free an edge, gingerly separating, lifting, then rolling the leather backward onto itself.
With the outer layer fully peeled to the left, I began on the inner. At places, fibers adhered to the skeleton. Hands shaking from cold and nervousness, I scalpeled rotten leather from underlying bone.
"What's that white stuff?" Racine asked.
"Adipocere."
"Adipocere," he repeated.
"Grave wax," I said, not in the mood for a chemistry lesson. "Fatty acids and calcium soaps from muscle or fat undergoing chemical changes, usually after long burial or immersion in water."
"Why's it not on the other skeleton?"
"I don't know."
I heard Claudel puff air through his lips. I ignored him.
Fifteen minutes later I'd detached the inner layer and laid back the shroud, fully exposing the skeleton.
Though damaged, the skull was clearly present.
"Three heads, three people." Charbonneau stated the obvious.
"Tabernouche," Claudel said.
"Damn," I said.
Gilbert and Racine remained mute.
"Any idea what we've got here, Doc?" Charbonneau asked.
I creaked to my feet. Eight eyes followed me to Dr. Energy's crate.
One by one I removed and observed the two pelvic halves, then the skull.
Crossing to the first trench, I knelt, extricated, and inspected the same skeletal elements.
Dear God.
Replacing those bones, I crawled to the second trench, leaned in, and studied the skull fragments.
No. Not again. The universal victims.
I teased free the right demi-pelvis.
Breath billowed in front of five faces.
Sitting back on my heels, I cleaned dirt from the pubic symphysis.
And felt something go cold in my chest.
Three women. Barely past girl.
Copyright © 2004 by Temperance Brennan, L.P.
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- Publisher : Pocket Star; Reissue edition (June 1, 2005)
- Language : English
- Mass Market Paperback : 416 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0743453018
- ISBN-13 : 978-0743453011
- Item Weight : 8.8 ounces
- Dimensions : 4.19 x 0.9 x 6.75 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #1,389,815 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #17,904 in Murder Thrillers
- #33,884 in Women Sleuths (Books)
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About the author
Kathy Reichs’s first novel Déjà Dead catapulted her to fame when it became a New York Times
bestseller and won the 1997 Ellis Award for Best First Novel. Her other Temperance Brennan
books include Death du Jour, Deadly Décisions, Fatal Voyage, Grave Secrets, Bare Bones,
Monday Mourning, Cross Bones, Break No Bones, Bones to Ashes, Devil Bones, 206 Bones,
Spider Bones, Flash and Bones, Bones Are Forever, Bones of the Lost, Bones Never Lie,
Speaking in Bones, A Conspiracy of Bones, The Bone Code, Cold Cold Bones, The Bone
Hacker and the Temperance Brennan short story collection, The Bone Collection. Fire and
Bones will be released in the Summer of 2024. In addition, Kathy co-authored the Virals young
adult series with her son, Brendan Reichs. The best-selling titles are: Virals, Seizure, Code,
Exposure, Terminal, and the novella collection Trace Evidence. The series follows the
adventures of Temperance Brennan’s great niece, Tory Brennan. Dr. Reichs was also a
producer of the hit Fox TV series, Bones, which is based on her work and her novels.
From teaching FBI agents how to detect and recover human remains, to separating and
identifying commingled body parts in her Montreal lab, as a forensic anthropologist Kathy
Reichs has brought her own dramatic work experience to her mesmerizing forensic thrillers. For
years she consulted to the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner in North Carolina and to the
Laboratoire de Sciences Judiciaires et de Médecine Légale for the province of Québec. Dr.
Reichs has travelled to Rwanda to testify at the UN Tribunal on Genocide, and helped exhume
a mass grave in Guatemala. As part of her work at JPAC (Formerly CILHI) she aided in the
identification of war dead from World War II, Korea, and Southeast Asia. Dr. Reichs also
assisted in the recovery of remains at the World Trade Center following the 9/11 terrorist
attacks.
Dr. Reichs is one of very few forensic anthropologists ever certified by the American Board of
Forensic Anthropology. She served on the Board of Directors and as Vice President of both the
American Academy of Forensic Sciences and the American Board of Forensic Anthropology,
and as a member of the National Police Services Advisory Council in Canada. She is a
Professor Emeritus in the Department of Anthropology at the University of North Carolina-
Charlotte.
Dr. Reichs is a native of Chicago, where she received her Ph.D. at Northwestern. She now
divides her time between Charlotte, NC and Montreal, Québec.
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"Great story.. the best in the series so far. Great read though be warned if you are triggered be sexual violence." Read more
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"I love reading Kathy Reich's. Her books are always entertaining and a book you can't put down. This one was no exception. Great read!" Read more
"...KAthy Reich's writing style was engaging and informative. I would recommend this book as long as you aren't expecting a screenwriting from the show." Read more
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Customers have mixed opinions about the writing quality. Some find it compelling and descriptive, with clever scripts. Others find the detailed descriptions hard to understand, with too much technical jargon and explanation that hinders the story.
"...important in the scenes, and they are fast paced thrillers with very clever scripts...." Read more
"...KAthy Reich's writing style was engaging and informative. I would recommend this book as long as you aren't expecting a screenwriting from the show." Read more
"...The information about Carbon 14 dating was interesting but a bit too detailed...." Read more
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- Reviewed in the United States on September 22, 2024Great story.. the best in the series so far. Great read though be warned if you are triggered be sexual violence.
- Reviewed in the United States on June 29, 2004After last year's disappointing BARE BONES some of us who are Kathy Reich fans felt the series was going the way of the Kay Scarpetta books...downhill. But MONDAY MOURNING gives the series a needed bounce. It is definitely a fun summer read.
Reich returns her heroine to Montreal, which is a good move. Her forensic crime mysteries are richer and more interesting when set up North. She also tones down the romance, which is good, it simply is not her writing strength.
Why not five stars? The information about Carbon 14 dating was interesting but a bit too detailed. Also, the information about Stockholm syndrome was done to death...we know, we know.....too many Law and Order, or CSI shows. We know all this, you don't have to explain it to us. Plus, I had the mystery woman in Ryan's life figured out 100 pages before her identity was made known. It was WAY too obvious and cliche.
Finally, it is a bit unrealistic, and more than a little disappointing, to see smart, accomplished women taking such foolish chances - interjecting themselves into dangerous situations. Early in the book, the main character, Dr. Brennan describes "...Tinsel town has done another tap dance; the public has been conned into believing crime scene techs are detectives....this latest Hollywood myth needs a kick in the pants." I was encouraged and amused by this passage, and surprised when it forshadowed the rest of the plot.
All in all, readers who enjoy a good medical / sceintific mystery will enjoy this book.
- Reviewed in the United States on November 5, 2024Monday mourning, is another Reich's success, the depth she uses to describe every aspect of her stories keep me coming back for the next book. Her characters are so relatable.
- Reviewed in the United States on February 8, 2024Had a hard time putting it down. Quick moving and smooth story line. I will continue to follow Kathy Reichs
- Reviewed in the United States on February 9, 2024I love reading Kathy Reich's. Her books are always entertaining and a book you can't put down. This one was no exception. Great read!
- Reviewed in the United States on August 23, 2024Telling the story of some of the thousands of missing young women and girls can’t be easy. Nor is reading about the abductions, torture and murder of many of those girls. But I applaud the effort to raise awareness that such things happen and that there are people out there who do such things.
It is the plot in this book that is disappointingly flawed. [Spoiler alert.] It was immediately apparent that the break-in of Brennan’s apartment was focused on her and therefore most likely to have been connected to a case she was working on. (Besides, this is a scenario that occurs with some frequency in her books.) And, surely, immediately upon finding the women in the basement cell, she and the police would have checked for other secret rooms in the basement, considered the likelihood that a third person was involved in the crimes, and identified the fingerprints on the letter opener. The most glaring errors were the failure to bring in a psychiatrist as soon as the women were found, and the ER doc keeping the case after the victims had been admitted. Finally, it beggared belief that Brennan would gone to the house at the end without police escort or would involved a civilian friend in such a blatantly dangerous mission.
In terms of the writing, the scientific explanations of carbon and other dating techniques were far too long and detailed.
- Reviewed in the United States on October 7, 2015All the "bones" books are great. Reichs is one of a kind. It suits me because it is full of archeology/forensic science/ and stars an independent female who, by utter contrast with the TV series, is quite normal, not suffering from any terrible neuroses, and has a good head for relationships. I also love the TV series, but for really different reasons--acting is great, diversity is important in the scenes, and they are fast paced thrillers with very clever scripts. I cannot say how much I enjoyed each one of these books, however; read them out of order (who cares?). Bought them all.
- Reviewed in the United States on April 29, 2014Kathy Reichs Novels about Tempe Brennan are an absolute must read. They don't have to be read in order of publication but it does help if you like to keep up with Tempe's private life throughout the stories, as I do. If you like Patricia Cornwell then you will love Kathy's books. I have now read all but one of her books and I am putting off reading it for now because I know I will miss the character. I would recommend that anyone try at least one of the Temperance Brennan Novels, I'm sure you will find it hard to put down and once you have read it, look forward to the next one. I have thoroughly enjoyed these Novels, I hope you get the same pleasure from them as I have. Please keep writing Temperance Brennan Novels Kathy !
Top reviews from other countries
- KarenReviewed in Canada on September 3, 2023
5.0 out of 5 stars Great book
Great! Follows the timeliness
- ENID ADAMSReviewed in the United Kingdom on August 2, 2024
5.0 out of 5 stars Not easy to put down.
A really cracking plot well up to her standard , excellent read.
- MickeyReviewed in Spain on February 5, 2019
5.0 out of 5 stars Brilliant
Another great read
Does not fail to captivate the reader
As usual vry detailed with indepth explanations anticipate the next
- Sybil M UngarReviewed in Australia on April 15, 2023
4.0 out of 5 stars Remember the bodies
Interesting reading
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Eduardo CorreaReviewed in Brazil on October 19, 2014
5.0 out of 5 stars Mais um thriller emocionante
Um encanador encontra um ossos em uma caixa em um porão de uma pizzaria. A policia e o Laboratório de Medicina Legal são chamados e a Dra. Brennan acaba por descobrir mais dois corpos enterrados no mesmo porão. A partir daí um thriller eletrizante se desenvolve, como já é de praxe nos livros de Kathy Reichs. Os capítulos são curtos e sempre fica um gancho para o próximo, de forma que não é fácil parar a leitura.